OK, I admit we’ve left it late. I feel the peer pressure, people, you don’t have to go on about it. However, for various reasons the timing hasn’t been right before now, so a couple of weeks ago, at the age of 2 years 11 months, Daisy began the potty training in earnest.
She got off to a slightly rocky start: by the end of three days, she’d run out clean knickers, she hadn’t had a single successful potty trip, and I’d come down with a cold and refused to spend another day mopping her up. After two days, I felt better, but Daisy had caught the cold, and there didn’t seem much point in going back to it while she was below par, either. And that was the first week.
This week has gone a little better. By sheer stubbornness over how long she had to spend sitting on it (whilst watching TV… for hours, at one point), we got a shot on target, so to speak, but were still dealing with a lot of accidents. Since then, we’ve noticed a rule has come into play: when Daisy is running around bottom-nakee, as it were, she can do it. She will, unprompted, sit on her potty or ask to use the toilet (if she’s upstairs) (she needs help getting on and off the actual toilet), at the right moment. She has performed both of the desired functions, when apparently lots of kids will wee in a potty for a long time before they will poo. Not Daisy – the precise words were, “Quick, Mummy! Put my trousers on before I poo!” Erm, no. That’s not how it works, darling. The idea is that you do it in the toilet, not the trousers. But bless her, when I said it, she said, “All right then,” and did precisely that.
The problem is that she needs to have no trousers on to make it work, for some reason. If she’s properly dressed (with knickers, or commando), she’ll say nothing, and make no effort to avoid wetting herself. It’s getting a bit annoying. All the evidence suggests she can do it. She appears to understand the processes involved, and to be able to interpret the necessary sensations. She just doesn’t bother if it means taking her trousers off.
Hopefully, this is a (short!) intermediate stage, and in a few more days she’ll have her head round it. In the mean time, I’m going for maximum time spent without trousers, to enable maximum praise for getting it right. And lots of laundry.